I'm looking for some advanced character templates that I can fill out for a litter, as well as to start up my own character gallery yet again, but I'm having no such luck. Is there anyone that can direct me to some of their favorites or any recently newly made advanced character templates, since I know with the site's change over, fancyposts work differently now. It'd be greatly appreciated!

I'm looking for an advanced character template that's fitting for the traditional clans.

Track! I'm interested in the very last litter; however, I just recently returned and don't know what powers are available in the traditional clans; so, I don't want to go ahead and apply for the litter until I know what those powers are, just so I don't end up getting in trouble with staff if I pick the wrong thing.

Pale-skinned and weary-eyed, the young woman sat there, a blank stare to her eyes as they bore into the space below her. She was kneeling on the ground, her arms dangling haplessly by her sides like she had no motivation, no ability or wanting to move them. Her slender, skeletal fingers were slightly curled, as though they had grasped onto something not visible to the naked eye, but the palms were faced behind her. Black-stained lips were partially agape, impeccably white teeth just barely peeking through the plumpness of her upper and bottom lips. Raven-feathered hair cascaded around sleek shoulders, reaching down past her thighs and spilling onto the grassy floor beneath her in a pool of darkness. Rufescent eyes glittered in the darkness of her hair, a hollowness evident in her pupils in such a way that denoted the absence of her mind. Not a single movement rippled over her body, not a twitch of a muscle or quiver of a finger, almost akin to her being a statue.

Paralyzed was the easiest conclusion someone could come to upon happening across this statuesque woman on the ground. Yet, she was not paralyzed at all, she could freely move whenever she wished, but she was dazed and could not move for just this moment. It was not by choice that she became as she was now, but a consequence of an action that she had taken just mere seconds ago. An action that she was not able to avoid with the sequence of events that had taken place but just a few minutes prior to this setting. In a way, she was not her own person, but a puppet of a mistress who was hidden in the shadows, unable to show Her face. She was a devotee of this silent mistress, walking the bindings of the Earth where her Goddess was not allowed to step foot. The incarnate of a woman who had fallen from the sight of God and conquered nearly all, but still sought out power.

Though walking this Earth and living what her Goddess could not, she was neither breathing nor inanimate, however a mix of both. Risen from the ashes of her grave, she was given a second chance, given life to live once more in the world she had come to know. Under a single condition, for all that, that she must walk this Earth as the incarnate of her Goddess and give thanks in the only way possible: death. And so, here she knelt now, a husk of who she had once been, bowed before the essence she had taken in order to grow her mistress's army. As consequence of any necromancer, of any person given vitality by Mivana, she was not a harbor of a single soul, but the souls of those she slaughtered. Thousands of anima created a medley of animus inside of her, and with it came all of the memories that each entity had connected to them. She no longer lived a single life upon this Earth, but the lives of all those who had fallen to the hands of the pale-skinned woman.

So, she knelt here in paralysis, praying that the memories that flooded her from the lifeblood she had just taken would quickly end. They were memories she wished not to bear, memories that were heart-wrenching, beautiful, and hateful all at once. Memories from when the person had been very young to the present day where their death replayed over and over in their head as the light faded from their eyes. Haunting visions of a life that she would now feel she had lived herself, eerie whispers of the man's essence as he swam around in her head with the rest of them. She wasn't just one person, she wasn't just herself like she wanted to be; she was thousands of people she had mercilessly killed. This last person she had slaughtered in the name of her Goddess had her to her knees in a silent scream, a wordless prayer to make it all end. Marceline did not want to live as a cultivator of souls; she wanted to live as she had once done before her very own death.

It was horrifying seeing the collection of memories flood her mind in a whirlwind of colors and sounds she was not familiar with. The horrific scenes of family and bonding, of love and hard work were memories she could not bear to keep of her victims. Memories that would haunt her for the rest of her eternity and cause her shame for ever having laid a wrong hand upon them. Nor were these memories limited, resurfacing to her mind each and everyday for every soul that wanted to torment her for their passing. They caused tears to trail down her cheeks, screams to rip from her throat, curses to her Goddess that were never heard. She was forced into a life of slavery, forced into a life where she was not bound to live the paths she wanted to take, but the ones her mistress wished to. Marcy was not her own person, but she fought every single day of her unlife to get what she wanted out of her second chance.

This though. . . this that laid before her, the bloodied and lifeless body of a man that had worked all his life and loved with all his heart. . . These were the killings that she could not bear to hold within her, but new she had to collect the souls for her Goddess as tribute. She, no matter the heart in her chest, if it pumped blood through her body or not, did not have the choice to stop what she was doing in the world. Mivana had a set goal in her mind and with this new incarnate in her hands, she could achieve the goals she had set before herself. A cruel Goddess with good intentions, Mivana had given her a second chance at living and with it, the consequences that would come. But Marceline could not help feeling in the slow-flowing liquidation of time of memories that flooded her that she did not want to kill anymore. She did not want to live as the incarnate of a bloodthirsty Goddess and did not want to live as a Harvester of Memories.

I'm hoping that this submission still hits spot on with the current theme, but I sort of took it a different route compared to the rest of those that had entered their submissions. It seems everyone's going a more Autumn-themed path, which makes sense with the title of the prompt, though at the same time, it could have several different meanings behind it. So, with that being said, I decided to take a more foreboding road, one that takes my long-beloved character into the depths of her actions and how that makes her who she is. In a way, it brings her past and mixes it in with those that she had encountered through various means, but all of which have a common ending when coming across her. I do hope that this isn't triggering in any way, shape, or form, and do so apologize if it triggers anyone who reads it; however, do note that you are not required to read it. I hope it's okay that it's just a little bit over 1,000 words.

Seapaw is a slender, tiny, and very handsome tomcat with a body that was made for swimming rather than fighting and protecting. He is on the small side of the height spectrum, with legs that are short and paws that are barely large enough to hold prey. Luckily, his tininess makes up for the lack of strength he has in fighting, as he can easily slip through small openings and crevices. As well as being tiny, he is a skinny feline, his body making him look as if he is underfed, when really he is perfectly healthy. In spite of this, his body also makes him a fast runner, but his short legs tend to make running just a bit of a difficulty for him. A few scars mark his body as well, one across the bridge of his nose, a notch in both of his ears, and a four-clawed scar on his left flank. Figuratively, he is a youthful feline with a lot to look forward to with the body structure that he happens to have.

His face is shaped more like a fox's, where it is wide at the top and narrows down at his muzzle, making it rounded and small. He has long, black whiskers, used to feel his way through dark places, and a black nose settled in the top center of his mouth. Seapaw has eyes like an owl; they are large and round with irises a magnificent blue like the shallow section of the sea. On the very top of his head are ears that are small and curved at the tips, unlike how most cats' ears are pointed at the tips. The only thing that happens to mar his face is the pink scar that cuts across his nose bridge in a jagged, sharply fashion. Despite his looks, he is not someone who appreciates it when others stare at him, especially when they look at his scar. Likewise, he happens to dislike it when others stare at the notches in his ears because they are so long and ragged.

He has a sleek, silky pelt made for swimming easily through the waters of rivers, streams, creeks, and the ocean. His pelt is a light brown, almost sandy color with his underside being a lighter, almost white coloring than the rest of him. Noting the coloring of his pelt, he also has dark brown shading on all four of his legs and on the majority of his face. With this, his pelt is also thin, so that water can easily pass through it and not get caught in the tangled mess of thicker fur.

Ever since he was little, he had always been the curious, knowledge-seeking feline that he is today, and that consistently got him into trouble. Eventually, one day, he had learned his lesson to be less curious and more cautious because he never truly knew what was out there. Since then, he had made sure to keep a safe distance from any creature that he deems to be more dangerous than he can take on. It has also brought him to be someone who tends to stay in camp and stick around the young ones to keep them company. Never once in his lifetime had he ever dreamed of going back out into the clan's territory after what had happened to him. The event had made him see the light of day that life is much more cruel than he had believed it to be when he was a kit. Nowadays, he likes to remain in camp, where he knows that he will not be injured and that he can be safe from harm.

Because of the incident that happened in his past, he has become a very shy and not-so-outgoing feline like he used to be. He keeps to himself and only speaks to those when he is spoken to, instead of openly stating his opinion on the topic. Seapaw has found that, even though he has his own ideas and opinions, he should be seen by others, but never heard. It has made his life a lot more easier than what it used to be because he avoids hurting others feelings or being judged. At the same time, however, it has also made his life difficult because he does not want to openly speak what he believes. This has ultimately made it hard for him to make friends and maintain steady relationships with those he had encountered in his life. No matter that, but he tends to stay away from others, unless they come to him to speak about something that is of utmost importance.

In spite of what had happened in his life, he has remained the independent tomcat that he has always been since he was little. He likes to work on his own, whether it is fishing or battle practicing, because he found he is more productive without anyone else there. The quiet is also what else is used to remain focused on his task and make sure that he had gone through with it by the end of the day. If he does not complete a task, he automatically feels guilty and like he had failed the one who had given him the task. Seapaw looks for approval toward those who give him things to do, making sure that he sees through it until the very end. This has made him into the loyal feline that he is today, always following through with the tasks that the higher ups assign him. Though, without something to do, he feels almost lost in life, as if his existence means nothing but to bring harsh reality to the world

When he was little, everywhere he looked someone was always doing something that would have given them praise by their parents or mentor. At the time, he was just little and felt like he was useless compared to the older members who could do things he could not. In the end, it made him search for the approval of others with every little thing that he accomplished and believed was a big deal. Everyone only saw his little accomplishments as kit games, but in his eyes they were things that would make him a better warrior. He struggled to imitate what the older members of his clan did, and when he memorized every detail, he would practice it over and over again. Like all the kits in his birth home, he wanted something that would make others proud of him and view him as an important member of the clan. He did not want to be remembered as the useless kit who could do nothing, but make mistakes and pay for them.

With his shyness, he has learned to remain quiet, unless someone speaks to him and needs his input on what they are doing. He does not speak and will likely remain quiet for the entire day if he is allowed to, but that is highly unlikely for him. His quietness has made him into a great hunter because the prey he catches never see him coming until he is upon them. By then, it is much too late for them and he has already killed them without the victim making a single sound in the process. This is what is valued in him, his stealth is what makes him a great warrior and someone who can be trusted to do the right thing. Seapaw honors this part of himself and practices his stealth every single day to make sure that it stays in tiptop shape until it is needed. Despite this, he still seeks the approval of others, whether it is for a situation he is unsure of or on something as small as leading a hunting patrol

Just a small note that this used to be a character I played until the family fell inactive, so I'm gonna try to bring him back.

So, I have a little over 26,000 posts, but every time I go to check my posts that have been more recent, to find a post I'm looking for, it tells me nothing is there. Is this a glitch, can it be fixed, or is it supposed to do that?

I managed to get music on my profile, but now I want to pretty my profile up. Yet, because the site has changed so much, I no longer know the codes to use. Help? Is there a list or guide somewhere that'll reteach me how to customize my profile?

appearance: Cloudkit is a youthful, vibrant, and strong male whose body can withstand most of what Mother Nature throws at him. He is decently built with long limbs and a tail that snakes far behind him to steady out the rest of his body length and give him balance. In spite of being a cat whose body is lethal and strong, he is not a lanky, nor skinny tomcat; in fact, he is quite heavy. Most of his weight is muscles, but the rest of it is fat that gives him a hefty look and more like he is overweight than built. Overall, he is a healthy, young male who exercises more often than not to maintain the muscular, lean look he has. Only a few scars mar his body, and they are spotted all over; one on his flank, one on his chest, and a small notch in his right ear. Despite this, his appearance has never fully given away the age that he really is; he has always maintained that boyish look.
A distinctive face is what Cloudkit has, with a definitive muzzle settled in the center of his triangular face. His eyes are almond-shaped and set with orange irises that have light yellow and gold rings mixed among the bright color. With a broad muzzle like his, he has a black nose placed on the top of it and defined by sparkling, black whiskers spewed from his lips. Sharply pointed ears rest on the top of his head, always perked forward as if he is listening for the sound of battle or the scuttle of prey. He has thick cheek fur that is of long length, and gives him a cute, somewhat adorable look with his manly facial structure. One of his eyes, more specifically his left eye, has a cataract on it that has caused him to go blind in that eye at an early age. Anyone with a look like his could get away with almost anything, as he still has that innocent appearance to his face that kittens have.
Not only does he have a distinctive face, he can also be easily picked out of the crowd due to the unique coloration of his pelt. His fur, for the post part, is very thick and meant to keep him warm during the colder seasons, but it is only of medium length. It is also a black color, which allows Cloudkit to blend in with anything that is of a dark or matching color to his pelt. However, the only thing that sets him apart from the average feline, is that fact that all four of his paws are a pure white color. That was how he was given his name, his paws make him appear as if he were actually walking upon clouds, or fog soaked into them. On top of that, his pelt is quite soft, and feathery to the touch, which makes it easy to keep clean and water rolls right off of it. He is a devilishly handsome tomcat to some, but to most he is just a normal male with an odd set of paws and a muscular body.

personality: He is someone who challenges the things that life gives him, whether it is something good or if it is something bad that happens. Cloudkit is someone who cannot stand the fact that some things in life are given with ease rather than a bit of difficulty. In his mind, he believes that if someone worked hard for something, they deserve to get it, those who slack do not deserve anything good in life. Subsequently, he is someone who works hard in life and knows that someday he will get what he deserves, and it must be good. Despite this, he is also someone who accepts the bad things in life and does not dwell on what could have happened if he did the right thing. After all, he knows that he only learns from his mistakes, and if he does not make any mistakes then he is likely to not learn anything. Challenging the very existence of life is what he was put on the planet for, so that he can prove to everyone just what he is made of.
In his time living in the RiverClan, he has come to learn who he has to ultimately trust and who he does not have to. At one point in his life, he came to the conclusion that the high positions were the ones he needed to be loyal to, and protect. The others, he knew, could fend for themselves just like he had when he was smaller; giving them the chance to prove themselves. Considering the fact that in life someone either makes it or breaks it, Cloudkit has taken into conclusion that he has to fight to survive. Ultimately, this has made him into one of the most loyal and fearsome clan members in RiverClan, who has proven his worth. Evidently, he is someone who doubts what others are made of, and believes that what they say is what they believe themselves to be. He only interacts with those who he deems worthy enough to be in his presence and are just as loyal to the clan as he is.
To the very end of time he is someone who is fearsome in battle, and struggles internally with himself to better what he already is. On top of that, he is also extremely aggressive, not only in battle, but also on a daily basis to those who mistreat him. He is competitive and will often turn simple games into something that is competitive and not as fun as it was meant to be. In battle, he also happens to be a ruthless cutthroat; he murders in cold blood, instead of the safety of his clansmen. One of the more violent of the members, he can get out of hand when a fight breaks out: to the point he will kill. Subsequently, he is not someone who should be messed with; he is dangerous to be around, but most do not know his other side. In fact, most do not even take into consideration that he has a kinder side than the one he happens to display constantly.
Pride is the number one sin that everyone is guilty of, including Cloudkit; in fact, he happens to value it. If his pride is so much as jeopardized, he will go to the ends of the earth in order to make sure that whatever is jeopardizing it is gone. He will fight till his last breath in order to keep his pride, as he believes that the only thing a man has is his pride. At most, he will sometimes brag about his achievements to others, finding that what he completes is far more important than anything else. The only thing that is above his own pride is the safety of the high positions in RiverClan, nothing else. However, if someone so much as questions his loyalty to his clan, and breaks his pride, he will hurt them or kill them, depending on who they are. All else is fine, so long as no one questions him or what he does because it is ultimately connected to his pride.
Bronze over brains is what Cloudkit has; he is not the sharpest of the pitchforks in the barn, he's the dullest. Anything that happens to be just a little too smart-sounding for him will automatically make him confused and in the dark. He does not understand anything that has to do with herbs, let along can grasp how healing and herbs work in life. Instead of being someone who cares for the brainy things in life, he would much rather practice fighting moves than study. He is not someone who can sit still and listen to a lecture from someone for a long time without getting a bit fidgety. At most, things that are for those who care to be smart in life are things that he just does not really care to learn about. If it has anything to do with fighting, however, it will instantly grab his attention because that is what he is most interested in.

I'd like to add music to my profile, but I'm unsure if it has gotten up and running since I was last here. If so, what sites can I use to find and upload the music? I, honestly, don't know any sites that have mp3 files to download.